Away in a Range Rover,
because the Escalade’s in the shop.
We’re road trippin’ for Christmas,
to see Nana and Pop.
A 10-hour car ride,
I’d rather stay in my bed.
I just had a glorious fantasy —
Can I binge watch Netflix till I’m dead?
Looking ahead at the brake lights,
Anderson Mill has my hubby bereft.
Lake Travis drivers are the worst!
Is that idiot seriously making a left?
I’m mentally checking
my To Do List of gifts.
If I forgot to pack my Corcksicle of Grey Goose,
I’ll be royally pissed.
In a moment of panic,
I click my Amazon cart.
Wait, what’s that horrible smell?
Did one of my kids just fart?
Tweens are endlessly bickering
when one starts to cry,
“If I don’t get an iPhone X for Christmas,
I’ll literally die. Literally, MOM.” {eye roll}
Be near me, sweet sanity,
I silently pray.
Bless me and my entire family,
even the ones that are totes cray.
Happy holidays to our readers,
we wish you love, peace and cheer.
Thanks for making life on the lake,
so darn wonderful each year!
We love our LT mamas, which is why we write them a special holiday poem every year. In case you missed our Ode to Moms in 2016, check it out: ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas in Lake Travis.
